Chapter 86 We Can't See Each Other's Hundreds of Twists and Turns

The recording studio was eerily quiet; there wasn't even a whisper of wind.

Song Xiya looked at Su Yueming with eyes full of condemnation, condemning him as a heartless man.

“I’ve made myself clear.” Su Yueming glanced down at his watch; he didn’t want to waste any more time with her. “You can go now.”

Song Xiya stood still, as if she had been hurt by Su Yueming's ruthlessness.

"Mr. Su, are you aware of this?"

Song Xiya tossed her long hair, her voice carrying a threatening tone.

Su Yueming's face suddenly darkened, and his sharp gaze fell on her: "This has nothing to do with you, right?"

Bright lights shone on them, and Song Xiya did not back down, her long eyelashes like butterflies about to take flight.

"How can it be unrelated?" Song Xiya walked towards Su Yueming in her high heels. "Don't forget, President Su has always been trying to bring us together."

“I will not agree,” Su Yueming said firmly. “And I will handle this matter myself.”

"Oh."

Song Xiya sneered, "You're really deeply in love with him, willing to sacrifice the opportunity to advance your career. Do you know that our marriage represents a powerful alliance that will cause the company's stock to soar!"

Su Yueming's gaze was indifferent: "Do you think I care about these things?"

Song Xiya was so angry she laughed. She nodded and said, "Fine, we'll see. Let's see if you can get what you want."

After saying that, Song Xiya turned and left, the sound of her high heels fading into the distance.

Su Yueming coldly withdrew his gaze and put his in-ear monitor back on.

This is a new song he wrote, titled "If You Love Me Too".

The melody is melodious and sorrowful, as if carrying endless longing.

When Su Yueming finished recording this song, his longing for Wang Yan reached its peak.

He rushed home almost without hesitation.

Upon entering the villa, Su Yueming inexplicably became nervous, or rather, apprehensive.

Since Wang Yan wasn't on the first floor, Su Yueming headed up to the second floor.

Gently turning the doorknob in the bedroom, Su Yueming slowly walked into the room.

The room was slightly dark because the curtains were not drawn.

All that could be vaguely seen was the bulge on the bed, where Wang Yan was lying obediently, like a cat curling up to sleep.

Su Yueming stood outside the window, his gaze fixed on him without blinking.

If the longing in one's eyes could materialize, it would envelop the entire area like a river.

Su Yueming reached out and took off his heavy coat, then carefully climbed into bed.

Afraid of letting his chill affect Wang Yan, he hugged Wang Yan tightly through the blanket.

"The trees sing".

Wang Yan did not struggle, but instead murmured his name.

Su Yueming was instantly pleased.

Taking advantage of Wang Yan's not-so-clear consciousness, Su Yueming asked with a hint of grievance, "Why did you leave me back then?"

These words reached Wang Yan's ears, and his eyelashes fluttered.

He is fully awake.

Wang Yan remained silent. Was he about to tell the other party that he had a change of heart after being misdiagnosed?

Time ticked by, and the room was completely enveloped in darkness.

Su Yueming didn't wait for Wang Yan's reply, so he rested his forehead on Wang Yan's shoulder.

"And what about you?"

Wang Yan turned his head and asked, "Do you particularly dislike me?"

The darkness prevented them from seeing each other's expressions, the awkwardness and pain in each other's eyes.

"right."

Su Yueming said something against his conscience: "I especially hate you."

But isn't this statement ironic? I love you, I love you so much.

Unfortunately, they don't have God's perspective; they can't see each other's complex thoughts.

Before Wang Yan could speak, Su Yueming hugged him even tighter, as if trying to merge him into his own body.

Wang Yan never actually asked the question, "How can I stop hating me?"

Because unless time can be reversed and the imprisonment never happened, the hatred will last forever.

never mind.

There's no need to worry about so much; as long as I'm still by Su Yueming's side, that's enough.

Wang Yan comforted himself in this way.

He carefully raised his hand and hugged Su Yueming back.

Their breaths mingled, as if they only had each other for the rest of their lives.